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It’s no secret that I have been trying to move (basically since I moved south.) I was unhappy for a lot of reasons, I was upset about the lack of social scene (I’ve been here for 1.5 years and basically have two friends), and being eight hours from my closest family members has weighed on me much heavier than I expected. One of the places that I had been focusing my search was Northwest Ohio (where Sixx lives). It’s a beautiful area, has more sports/music jobs than even I realized, and is driving distance to both my parent’s house and my southern Ohio family.
A lot of things have changed in his life in the last two months (all of them I am SO THANKFUL for) and now he wants to move to a place we vacationed to a few years ago that I actively remember him saying, over and over, how much he hated. Regardless, he’s pretty set on moving there this month, and asked if I want to move with him.
I’m torn for a lot of reasons. Obviously, I’m not making any sudden movements without having a job and moving fund in place. It’s not a city I have seriously considered moving to (even though I loved and we have a lot of friends who are there,) and it’s much farther from my family. Despite what he thinks, jobs will probably be harder to find, or at least much more competitive, in our field. AND, I have been second guessing myself lately. Blame it on a gym high or the fact that I saw Dallas Buyers Club this weekend, but I’ve already been considering switching career paths into something fitness-related or back to HIV/AIDS research and activism (in my former life, I was an African Studies/Public Health student.) I’m also torn because the things that I like about my city now I REALLY like, enough to want to stay. (When he asked what those things were, my answer was “the gym… and my favorite gym teacher.”) Plus moving is super traumatic on me and even a cross-town move takes a lot out of me.
Life being what it is, I know this won’t happen – but May would be my “ideal” move month. My lease will be up, my free gym time will be up, and the season at work will be over. But obviously, life doesn’t ever work according to my plan. In the meantime, I’m trying to convince him to come squat at my place for a little while. I’m the one with a career, and I know we aren’t “together” right now… but we’ve been talking a lot about getting back together. Funny how growing up has changed him and made him realize everything he has lost.
So that’s what’s been on my mind lately. Lots of making plans that are months ahead. I’m sure I’m moving in 2014… I just need to figure out how to make it happen.